Magical Dust

A Poem by Tarry Franck

I close my eyes in darkness

And I drift away

To fairies sprinkling

Glistening dust

Dragons abound

Where Pagans and

Christians were allowed,

To worship as they wish

The land of

Gentle souls of bliss,

A mystery man appeared

Filled with magic at his fingertips

With a magical staff

He did roam

Among the night of the land

And upon water by raft,

He summoned many mystical animals

From all over

What mysterious night it was

Watching him do his magical work

Within the tall woods

And among the ground clover.

© 2013 Tarry Franck

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OBWhiteHawk

I love the magical feelings this poem brings, the images you invoke here.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much OB

ANTO

Are you familiar with the painting 'The master stroke' by Richard Dadd Tarry. This poem took me right to it...............
Superb writing and imagery
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Posted 11 Years Ago

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11 Years Ago

No I'm not but I did check it out...what a great honor thank you so much.

11 Years Ago

The man who painted that went crazy and killed his own father - one of the saddest tales I ever read.. read more

11 Years Ago

Wow - what a story - so sad but still an honor you gave to me. I'm grateful for that.

Frieda P

Enchanting daydream, is there any magical dust left over Tarry?

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

11 Years Ago

Always and thanks Frieda

Antoñyo

"I close my eyes in darkness and I drift away"...pretty much sums up what reading the rest of this made me do. A picturesque excursion that ended too soon....he said, standing in work boots.

Thanks for the share